O.K. (feat. Tyler, The Creator) [Bonus Track]

(Woo) Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac

Mac, Mac (Yeah), Mac, Mac

Get 'em, ah (I got it)

Girl, shake that body

Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac

Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac

Get 'em, ah (Oh shit, oh shit)

Girl, shake that body (Oh shit, oh shit)

Get 'em

Woah, what do we have here? (Woah)

People wanna know how we could be that weird (That weird)

How many hoes wanna clean Mac's beard? (My beard)

I kill flows, think I need that tear on a tattoo (Uh-huh)

My bitch suck, she a vacuum (Let's go)

Fuck her in the ass every time I'm in a bad mood (Uh)

Ain't got a choice, no, she do it 'cause she have to

I hit it raw while I'm listenin' to Papoose (Woo)

No respect (Oh), 'cause you wear a V-neck (Oh)

Got me stressed, pressure that could even make Keith sweat (Woo)

I wish Narnia was on a GPS (I wish)

I wish Rihanna was DTF (Bad bitch)

I got rich with these rap songs (Songs)

Bought a drug problem, now the cash gone (It's all gone)

Album filled with all sad songs

But this the one that I can laugh on (Haha)

Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac

Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac

Get 'em, ah

Girl, shake that body

Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac

Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac

Get 'em, ah

Girl, shake that body

Girl, shake that body, them ass and totties

I wanna see them cankles at my hotel lobby (No, ****, fuck you)

Bitch, why you so damn snobby? (Uh-uh)

Your ass flatter than the back of my head

I bought you dinner, now it's time to pay me back with some head

Or I'ma have my little sister beat the back of your head (Uh-uh)

I'm a grade-A douchebag, I'm a dickhead

Asshole area where my gooch sag

Little mama got salty at me, she started talkin' tough

So I called the Wolf Gang up, they start to bark it up

Popped a hundred mollies, fifth of sherm, think I was sparkin' up

A bottle of Zima, the Bimmer, I started parkin' up

Seen my ****, Mac, and he hopped in the back

And then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs (Motherfucker)

And bitch came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade (Fuck you)

But I'm a bitch-ass **** (Yeah), so I say

Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac

Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac

Get 'em, ah

Girl, shake that body

Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac

Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac

Get 'em, ah

Girl, shake that body

T-Dollaz and Mac Meezy

Makin' sure you **** don't win like referees

Lookin' for the bitches that love to suck peewee, Herman, I'm a vermin

And you could tell I golf with my hat, bitch, fuck Thurnis

Um, I'm at IHOP to eat with Tyler (Yum)

Drink cocoa, then double-team Mariah (Let's do that)

But please, don't tell Nick

We were all watchin' movies at a Motel 6 (Okay)

Like ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha-ha (Uh-huh)

I hope Kendrick fucked Gaga (For real)

If Madonna on the Kabbalah

Then me and Snoop could chill and be Rastas

I don't need Prada to show you I'm rich

Pullin' out the llama like, "Show me your tits"

Keep cryin' 'cause I still ain't over my bitch, oh well

It'll be okay